Author: Christopher Mohar

Because he was a powerless child, Jonah went seeking mutations and freak accidents. He drank stagnant water from the swamp behind the powerplant, forced himself to stay in the bath so long that his skin did not merely go white and wrinkled, but sloughed off in wet folds like lasagna noodles. He cut a hole in the door of the microwave so he could thwart the safety sensors and insert his hand with the generator going. In the garage, he slit his fingers and glued penny-nails to his bones. In this manner, he would be prepared when the time...